by Penelope Sky
“What about you?”
It’d been a long time since Hades said he wanted nothing to do with me, at least eight months. I’d expected him to come around at some point, but he was just as cold as ever. Every time I saw him, it seemed to get worse. His hatred only grew, and my resentment matched. “About eight months.”
She nodded slowly. “It’s rough.”
Hades wasn’t a lover or a spouse, but he was my closest friend. He was family. When he couldn’t forgive me, part of me died and never came back. My regret turned to rage, and I became so cold that I felt like I had ice in my veins. I understood how she felt when she said she didn’t want to talk about her divorce, because I didn’t want to talk about him.
She studied my face. “I can see it in your eyes.”
I stopped trying to control my expression and realized how black my heart had just turned. I focused on her face and felt my fingers grip my glass. “See what?”
“Everything.”
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